Legend was bothered more by that fact that Yuri was evading him but not directly refusing. It only confirmed his worst fears when it came to the need for make-up in the first place as well as he being the source of it. From his hazy muddled memories, he simply knew that somewhere on Yuri's body there would be evidence of some abuse. Perhaps he would never truly get a second chance.
Yet, he had to try. For one, Yuri was all that he had and was so different from the boy he remembered and raised. Second, he had to know what he did and attempt to take some responsibility for his mistakes. He knew it would be painful, but that was why he had suffered through the burns in the first place. He had to be better here than he had been at the end of his life in Sternbild.
"It does matter, and that look you're giving me says so," he murmured softly, keeping his gaze fixed on Yuri as if the man might jump up and run off to escape the line of questioning. "So you admit to having a scar," he responded logically before rising from the couch and moving into the kitchen. He wet a clean cloth and returned, holding it out to Yuri.
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Yet, he had to try. For one, Yuri was all that he had and was so different from the boy he remembered and raised. Second, he had to know what he did and attempt to take some responsibility for his mistakes. He knew it would be painful, but that was why he had suffered through the burns in the first place. He had to be better here than he had been at the end of his life in Sternbild.
"It does matter, and that look you're giving me says so," he murmured softly, keeping his gaze fixed on Yuri as if the man might jump up and run off to escape the line of questioning. "So you admit to having a scar," he responded logically before rising from the couch and moving into the kitchen. He wet a clean cloth and returned, holding it out to Yuri.